"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling."
The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return,
Amielle (Am-yell). French. A name her mother made up, or adjusted, from a journalist’s name she’d once seen. (Which might explain why she chose her college course.) She’s French, Scottish, Swedish. But decidedly Canadian. Her favourite province is Quebec, and will go back for more than six weeks at some point. It was where she discovered her love of photography. Kenting, Taiwan is one of the most beautiful places she’s ever been. One day she’ll master French (a language she’s known since it was her first language.), she’ll learn Gaelic, Swedish. (Hopefully that will only be the beginning. Hopefully.) 02.20.92. She’s a Pisces, a Monkey, Amethyst. (She likes saying that. 022092022092. All the two’s running together.) She’s going into her second year of college this year. She didn’t know much about her program before she went in, and she can’t exactly tell you that she’s in love with it, that it’s what she’s going to do for the rest of her life, because, she doesn’t think so. But, she loves it. It changed her.
1. Journalism in which photography dominates written copy, as in certain magazines.
2. news photography, whether or not for primarily pictorial media, publications, or stories.
1940–45; photo- + journalism
Her entire grade eleven year was spent wanting to become a Marine Biologist, which she’s still planning on doing. And a Literature course. If she could have her way, she’d be in school for a long time. Learning is the best thing she can think of doing with her time. So, no, she doesn’t know what she wants to be when she grows up. (She never did, anyways.) People ask her where she sees herself in twenty, fifteen, ten, five, two years, and she just smiles and says, “I don’t know.” Which is alright, because life has a funny way of working out. But, she knows that, no matter what she does, it’ll be good. Her Biology and History teacher always told her he had faith in her, and she knows that, if she ever gets published in National Geographic, he’ll buy ten copies. He always had faith in her, even when she didn’t.
the realignment with
“I do not agree with what you have to say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.”
That is her philosophy, in full, about politics. She knows what’s going on and she’ll voice her opinion when she has one, but, for the most part, she’s not passionate about it. (Which makes her younger sister, the one who wants to become Prime Minister, roll her eyes.) She’s religious (she’s French, of course she’s religious). Roman Catholic, and though she doesn’t agree with every word, it’s in her blood (the tradition, the comfort, the faith), in her. Her friends accept it (she accepts theirs as well), and things go from there. Speaking of: friends. She has some. Not countless numbers, and a lot of them she met via LJ. That was when the internet was friendlier than real life, when having friends in real life wasn’t an option. But, that’s changed, and she’d do anything for her friends.cagedlight
what had been before
Her fancy is easily tickled. Books, poetry, photography, rain. Streaming shows on her computer are how she watches TV and she gets at least two new shows a season. There was Bones and Robin Hood. Then Supernatural. Merlin. The Mentalist. Hawaii Five-0. Suits. Game of Thrones. Boys loving boys is usually how she rolls (the UST gets her), but GoT has started changing that just a little. Football (Canadian) is her national passion, but, if she ever gets a TV, she’ll watch football (European) like a madman. cagedlight has already turned her on Mesut Ozil and she regrets nothing. But, until that happens, movies are her kryptonite. James McAvoy is the man she’ll go the distance for, and has been since The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe. He warms her heart, makes her happy, and she won’t lie about it. She’s had a girl crush on Natalie Portman for years, starting with Star Wars: Episode I (even though the movie was…um.) Which leads into her little nerdy secret: she grew up on Star Wars. Her father has seen every one in theatres, that must be where she got it from (along with the red hair, temper, and love of reading.) She’s read the books. Written the fan fic. Wished that Qui-Gonn would bring her to the temple for training. (She’s done that for a few fandoms, actually…)
and now seemed
Her real love, however, is books. Her father used to read them to her and her sisters every night before they went to bed. In English. In French. He even did all the voices. The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe is the bed time story she remembers relishing the most (which explains so much). When she started reading by herself, it was with The Magic Treehouse. Then Little House on the Prairie. Quite literally, Harry Potter saved her and Hogwarts was the school she dreamt of going to (she still does). In grade seven she read The Lord of the Rings (it’s now been five times) and it opened her to everything books could be. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith and I Capture the Castle by Dodie Smith are on her recommend list, every time. Nine Stories by J.D. Salinger is perfect summer reading and Lolita, followed by King, Queen, Knave are Vladimir Nabokov’s influence on her list. However, the book that got her, the one that she always has a copy of, no matter what, the one that she turns to when she has nothing else to read, when she needs to be cheered up, when she’s bored, when she’s happy, that book? For her, that’s Atonement by Ian McEwan. Words can’t explain or describe why, but, it is. All the heartbreak, the descriptions, the smells, the feelings, the aches, the love, every single word from it, she knows them all by heart. Reading for her doesn’t stop with books. Two years and the affair she’s had with comics doesn’t look to be slowing down. Star Wars: Legacy, Black Widow, Batman, X-Men, Spiderman, Superman. They dot her shelves, and she saves each month for them. Well, those, and her magazines. They’re her downfall. National Geographic, Nylon, Nylon Guys, Writer’s Digest, her list is endless. Her world, words are its foundation.
a little worse.